Well I'm trying to update as fast as I can! I get lots of homework at times and barely any homework at other times so I just try to do as much as I can. Thanks for reviewing!!! My next reviewers will get plushies of their OWN CHOICE! Oh and I was just wondering…. Is LeopardfurxWhiteclaw better or MistyfootxWhiteclaw?

Chapter 2. Listen

The sky became purple as the nearly black tom, yawned a toothy yawn. The radiant, orange sun began to rise beautifully as he felt its rays shine down onto his pelt, revealing its light color. He stretched with his paws outstretched as he let out a big sigh. Everything around him seemed so peaceful. The clearing was empty except for the huge stump in the middle, the bramble-guarded nursery gave out the scent of comforting milk, and the small cave had an herb aroma around it. The camp of Iceclan was great… the fact just was –

"Whiteclaw! You're awake," a voice squealed.

The young warrior turned around as he saw a red-eyed apprentice staring at him with joy. Her coat was bright red under the sunlight and she was quite beautiful.

Whiteclaw purred. "You woke up early Goldenpaw," he commented.

"Yeah! Redfoot is taking me out to patrol the borders with Dragonwing, Fangpaw and Minnowflower. I can't wait! It's my first patrol!" she mewed as she puffed out her chest in pride.

Whiteclaw froze as he remembered his past and it made shivers go up his spine. How he fell down the gorge over a border fight…. How he didn't get to say his goodbyes to Mistyfoot.

"Um… yeah, great! Which border are you patrolling?" Whiteclaw stammered.

"I think we're patrolling Streamclan," she replied.

Whiteclaw nodded his head as he heard his name. The tom turned around to see the leader of Iceclan, Flamestar. He bowed his head in respect.

"Flamestar. Good Morning," he mewed.

"Whiteclaw. I would like to talk to you," he meowed as he flicked his tail.

Whiteclaw nodded as curiosity burned in his eyes. Flamestar wanted to talk to him?

"Bye Whiteclaw," Goldenpaw mewed as she ran over to her friends, Whisperpaw and Birdpaw.

The two large toms walked side by side, their muscles rippling in the exact same place. It was odd how their pelts were different, but their shape a how they were built were the exact same. They padded together and entered Flamestar's den, which was located in the very back of the camp. Whiteclaw bent under the willows and ferns as he peered inside.

"Whiteclaw. The clan is going to go through rough times as leafbare is soon arriving. Every cat has his loyalties and –"

"Flamestar, I am loyal to Iceclan," Whiteclaw interrupted rudely.

Flamestar narrowed his eyes as the two calmly stared at each other.

"I know you are Whiteclaw. I just want to hear your story once more. We found you washed up on the shore, on our side of the river, by thee border of Streamclan. I am wondering how you ended up there in the first place."

Whiteclaw bristled in uncertainty as he began once more, "I fell down a gorge far from here in a border battle. The cat that I was fighting accidentally let me fall and everything went blank from there. In Starclan, I met my mother, Wingfrost and she gave me another life. Next thing I knew… I was in Iceclan camp. "Flamestar nodded slowly as he thought for a moment.

"Flamestar I know lots of cats question my loyalty….," Whiteclaw mewed as he trailed off.

Flamestar purred as he relaxed his muscles. "But I don't. Whiteclaw, I'd like you to patrol Nightclan borders."

"With who?"

"Just by yourself. Today is quite busy."

Whiteclaw nodded vigorously. This was one of the traditions in this forest. Flamestar would pick you to patrol all the borders, but usually, specifically one. This meant the leader had great trust in you.

"Tha- Thank you Flamestar," Whiteclaw meowed as he began leaving.

"Oh and Whiteclaw!"

The handsome warrior turned and looked over his broad shoulder.

"My kits… Lilystream's kits are going to be 6 moons in a moon. I was wondering if you'd like to mentor one of them."

Whiteclaw's eyes filled with excitement. "Of course!" he cried as he bolted out of Flamestar's den. Today was a good day for him.

He saw that Goldenpaw, Dragonwing, Fangpaw, Minnowflower and Redfoot gathered up, getting ready to patrol. Whiteclaw smirked as he proudly thought how special he was to have the honour of patrolling by himself.

"Don't be so full of yourself loner. Flamestar might trust you but not everyone in this clan does," a deep voice spat.

Whiteclaw hissed as he lost his patience. He turned to see the cat and saw that it was Hawktalon, a fierce, pale ginger tom.

"Jealous Hawktalon?" Whiteclaw replied.

"I would never be jealous of a loner like you," he growled as he stalked away.

Just then, Hawktalon's mate, Cricketpelt, padded up to him.

"Sorry. Hawktalon is such an idiot... sometimes," she whispered as she ran straight back to her beloved.

Whiteclaw shrugged as he began his way out of camp, to start his patrol. Seeing Cricketpelt and Hawktalon be in love made him think of the times with Mistyfoot. He remembered as an apprentice, he started growing an attachment to her, even though she was slightly older then himself. They would laugh and have play fights and soon enough, he realized how much he loved her. Oh Mistyfoot. I wish you knew I was okay…

He scented the area and smelled the sour scent of Nightclan territory. He padded around, making sure he wasn't too close or else Nightclan cats may accuse him of trespassing. His thoughts were all wrapped around his life in Riverclan and how he came to be in the forest of Iceclan, Nightclan, Streamclan, Moonclan and Starclan.

"Will you attack tonight?"

Whiteclaw pricked his ears as he jumped behind some bushes and bramble. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? The tom bristled in alarm as he strained to hear the two cats.

"If we postpone the plan to take over any longer then we'll never be able to attack. I say we should do it now," a voice hissed.

The other voice was deep and husky and… familiar. "Fine."

"Attack soon. Once the sun is high, you should attack. And remember to take him out," the husky voice demanded.

"I know what I'm doing Dragonwing," the other voice snapped.

Whiteclaw froze in astonishment. Dragonwing? Dragonwing was planning an attack? But to who? Maybe I heard wrong. Dragonwing was known for his ambitious attitude but he was completely loyal to Iceclan. The tom trembled lightly as he peered between the holes of the big bush, to see the other tom. Whiteclaw gazed at the cat Dragonwing was talking with but he didn't recognize him. The tom lifted his nose into the air, scenting Streamclan!

"You promise after our plan works out, that we will rule together?" the Streamclan tom growled.

"Yes. I do not break promises, in Starclans' name," Dragonwing calmly replied.

Whiteclaw slowly backed away as he looked up into the sky. The sun was almost as high as it could be, blazing down its' hot rays on to the forest. I have to warn Flamestar. Whiteclaw then remembered Dragonwing was patrolling with Goldenpaw and the others… it was a ploy to meet up with the Streamclan tom!

Whiteclaw swiftly began to run, making sure he was as silent as the wind, hoping that the pair didn't see him. "I have to protect my clan. My new clan. I have to protect Iceclan," he panted as he broke into the clearing of the camp. He saw that the morning patrol was back, along with Redfoot, the deputy.

"Redfoot!" he yowled.

But before the tom could reply, a wave of cats jumped into Iceclan camp, and screeching arose. The camp was full of yowls and battle cries. Cats jumped on to one another as chaos came.

"Streamclan! Streamclan is invading!" Whiteclaw yowled.

Whiteclaw hissed at the intruders but bristled as he heard a air-breaking screech. It was from Flamestar.

End.

Hope you liked Chapter 1! I started off with a battle to make it more interesting. Hope you liked it. Dragonwing is an evil thing. If you didn't notice in the allegiances, Dragonwing has the same looks as Violetpelt. Violetpelt is Dragonwing's daughter! I'll make the chapters longer…. Hopefully.

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